Girl With The Cloud Heart
© Surazeus
2026 09 20

Bright girl with the cloud heart knows my true name
when her black eyes see essence of my soul,
so I lie flat on spinning Earth of fate
and feel cool kisses of refreshing rain
wake my immortal soul of genes from dream,
so I attend needs of her hungry mind.

Fierce girl with the cloud heart writes writhing words
of wisdom on soft parchment of my skin
with sharp-tipped quill of angel-feathered faith
that finds subconscious sorrows my mind hides
in thirty Cupids with adoring eyes
that flock around her head on cloudy wings.

Sad girl with the cloud heart swirls ocean waves
with vision-crafting hands of ardent faith
to mold my body from mud of lost time,
then breathes ethereal spirit of Shamash
inside frail frame of my aggressive flesh
so I provide assistance to her dream.

Lithe girl with the cloud heart dances ballet
on phonelines that connect ten billion homes
in flashing web of individual minds
bound in whole matrix of her dreaming brain
because she is first mother of our world
whose memories program how we perform.

Brave girl with the cloud heart lies on soft bed,
dressed in long velvet gown of stoic dread,
and cradles wounded swan of urgent fear
with gentle embrace of thought-healing truth
while I chop wood in swirls of voiceless snow
to treasure her existence with concern.

Mute girl with the cloud heart in crumbling house,
alert in polished chair by glowing window,
watches turtles float in pool of green tears
while record player vibrates with weird spell
revealing lost road to the Promised Land,
so I give her glass of moon wine to drink.

Blind girl with the cloud heart grips hard seashell
to hear song of the ocean in my heart,
then types blood-lettered verses on blank pages
which I arrange to pave long road of faith
to secret garden where she hides my key
which I forged from core of our spinning globe.

Deaf girl with the cloud heart in black-lace dress
explains with voice of wind how eyeless stars
flash dreams of our romance in my brain cells
till Moon Raven emerges from her breast
and gives me jeweled ring of psychic power
so I crown her as Empress of the Earth.

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Orpheus walks as thin faceless shadow wraith on endless road toward house by the sea where the girl with the cloud heart writes his story in her dream book.

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